In this new normal I've become that mom, making sure to pack at least five diapers, three extra onesies, two burp cloths, and a partridge in a pear tree for an outing to the gym.
At 31 weeks, the most frequent question I get these days is whether I've had any weird cravings. Thankfully, the weirdest one to date has been jello with whipped cream (and lots of tropical fruit/smoothies). Which is a totally normal thing. I've somehow managed to escape developing a taste for more exotic flavors such as pickles with ice cream. Or dirt. Thank God.
Confession: I'm way too impatient a person to have been able to do the typical gender reveal where the parents find out the baby's sex on the day of the reveal. Not that this could possibly deter us from celebrating this milestone with our families! I felt like getting in touch with my crafty side, … Continue reading Surprised by (b)oy
Happy 2018! Time to pick up the blog and begin again.
First off, Miss Vanilla has made a comeback. Weird Boy has gone off to high school and I haven't seen him since, and still Peanut Butter (his friends' nickname for him, not mine) managed to come up with this one on his own. Also like Weird Boy, he thinks I'm older than 40.
Death is always tragic; the feeling of tragedy intensified when they were too young, when it was so sudden, when they took their own life. It's all wrong. But something like a shockwave ran through me this time. Maybe it's different when it happens to someone you knew.
But she also knows how to laugh at herself - that's probably the most attractive quality about her, and the most empowering thing she taught me how to do.